He looked into her glittering eyes and slapped her again, enjoying the sight of her flinching, before resuming his place at her back with the whip.At ...irst he kept interrupting himself to check on her, scared to see tears rolling down her face, but she kept urging him on. He had to push himself hard, resisting the urge to comfort or massage her. Soon he learned to enjoy her screams, to take a sadistic delight in her cries of pain. He whipped her back. He whipped her ass. The lash flew slowly,. ”I watched as Miss Manson smiled as she read the statement to herself, before standing up and walking over to where I was sitting. She placed the sheet of paper down on my desk and stood looking down at me as I sat there with my black school blazer on the back of my chair. I also wore a short-sleeved white cotton school blouse which was extremely tight-fitting around my large, well-formed and prominent breasts. The navy and blue striped school tie ran neatly down the centre of my breasts. As. Sometimes that big lunk manages to do the right thing in spite of himself. When she got through making a separate apology for hurting him and for being deceitful and sneaky and everything else she could think of, she said Ron smiled and told her it was awfully hard to be mad at someone who admitted everything right upfront. He told her that somewhere between here, and Denver, and that horrible Afghanistan place, and then back here, the anger and bitterness had died. He hoped her bitterness had. Reluctantly I pull you off my breasts and lift your face until I can feel your breath against my cheek. With a turn of my head our lips connect and you fervently wrap your arms around my body and pull my mouth to yours. I practically go weak in the knees as you shove your tongue into my mouth. It's always the same, always the exact way I like it. You woo me with soft touches, tender caresses that raise a heat so strong in me I can't resist you any longer. Then you turn the tides and your.